Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.